020. I thought he was going to shoot me

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Once all of Lucius' questions had been answered and Remus had made sure that Severus was going to be fine, James pulled Lucius into his bed and closed the tapestries, locking the curtains shut and setting up Silencing Charms.

"That was rather unexpected," Lucius murmured quietly as James curled up against him. "Although it might explain why you seemed more wary of Lupin during the days apporaching the full moon."

"Yes, as fascinating as that is, I would much rather prefer to go back to sleep for the next few hours," James muttered as he snuck his hands under Lucius' shirt and wrapped his arms around the Elf's waist.

The moment he drifted off to sleep, he found himself pulled into the state that was too real to be a dream and felt a sinking feeling in his stomach.

"Poppa! Uncle Severus said that the squib called Walt Disney made another Muggle movie and he brought it over so that we can watch it!" Harry said as he ran up to James. "And he said you're in it! Come watch it with me!" He was grinning mischieviously, but James seemed to ignore this as he followed the seven year old back into the living room, where a Muggle television set had been set up and there was a movie cued up to a certain song.

James eyed the set and watched as Harry allowed it to play, smirking when a man in a red shirt punched a small fat man that was singing. He sat down next to Harry and watched the movie, not sure what he ought to expect.

Harry was all but bouncing in his seat as the song started to wind down.

Severus walked into the room and smirked when he noticed what the two were watching.

"I use antlers in all of my decorating!"

Without any warning, James shrieked and stood up, backing away from the television set. His jaw dropped as Harry looked over at him, his grin far too much like Severus' for James to feel comfortable.

Said Potions Master was standing only a few steps behind Harry, smirking. "Disney is quite talented, for a squib, don't you think? This Gaston character is perhaps his best creation," he said.

At that statement, Harry burst out in laughter, but shrieked when his father bent down to be eye level with him. Before James could say anything, he bolted away and James was quick to follow, a grin on his face.

The tell-tale thunder sounded and James found himself staring at himself in a mirror, a guarded expression on his face.

Lucius walked into the room, not saying anything when he noticed James staring oddly in the mirror. He paused for a moment before speaking to his mate. "Is something wrong, my love?" he asked, carefully wrapping his arms around James' waist and pulling him back up against him.

"I took Harry down to Diagon Alley this afternoon," he said quietly.

"To get him an owl?" Lucius asked just ask quietly, resting his chin on James' shoulder and kissing his neck.

James nodded, meeting his mate's eyes in the mirror. "Among other things," he said. "I was also going to take him into Knockturn, because he wanted to see if Severus had set up his Apothecary yet," he added.

"Did something happen while you were out?" Lucius asked, nuzzling James' ear.

"I ran into Arthur Weasely and his wife, Molly, just before we made it into Knockturn Alley," James said.

Lucius hummed curiously before moving to meet James' gaze in the mirror again. "The two who were married in their third year after giving birth to a kid?"

James nodded. "She's only in her fifth year and she's already pregnant with her third child," he said with a smirk. "Anyway, they noticed Harry's eyes and immediately decided that he was going to be evil."

"Ah," Lucius said, glancing over at a photo of Harry and smiling slightly. Their son had an odd predicament with his eyes - one was the silver color that was only found in the Malfoy family, but the other eye was an emerald green that Lucius' mother had said was usually found only in Elven nobility. "And what happened?"

"Arthur decided that, if Harry was going to be evil, the world might be better off without him, so he pulled out his wand and aimed it at our son," James said, ignoring the way that Lucius tightened his hold on James' waist. "Severus, like the creepy bugger that he is, showed up at just the right time and took Harry into Fortescue's before anything could happen to him. So Arthur turned his wand on me." He turned around and buried his face against Lucius' neck, taking in the familiar scent of honeysuckle and rain. "He had a crazed look in his eyes and for a moment I thought he was going to shoot me with a Dark curse, but Molly for some reason decided that she might take pity on me. She just came up to me and touched my arm. She said that there was still time for me to save myself and my son, but after that, Arthur pretty much just dragged her off."

Lucius growled angrily and opened his mouth to speak, but James felt someone shaking him on the shoulder.

He opened his eyes and found Lucius looking worriedly down at him.

"Are you alright, James?" he asked quietly.

James nodded and found that he had nestled himself as close to Lucius as physically possible, hiding his face in Lucius' neck. "What happened?" he asked, inching back to look at Lucius.

"Apart from plastering yourself up against me, you managed to bite my neck enough to draw blood, and I was having a particularly pleasant dream," he said with a docile smirk. "Now, I would greatly appreciate it if you might be willing to refrain from biting me while I'm doing my best to sleep while sequestered away in the Gryffindor Tower," he said.

James merely returned the smirk with a smile feigning innocence before settling himself against Lucius once more, quickly falling back to sleep.